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sorry poem

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
as estrelas caíram do heaven
têm você não ouvido
eu moldei o mundo
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
em seu vôo
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia

 



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